12 April 1993 I saw women and children sleeping in the snow crowded round a fire of burning plastic bottle cartons. A river of refugees kept pouring into Srebrenica from Cerska, Konjevic Polje, Vlasenica and Kamenica all night at a temperature of -15 C. They came with small parcels and children in their hands. Many had walked for 18-19 hours. […]
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